Dane writes:

Hey man, big fan of your blog, I check it every couple days. The behind the scenes look at the porn industry is fascinating to me, more so than the actual films a lot of times. I jump right to the extras on most porn dvds.

Dane

Hi Dane!

I know all about Miss Meadow, but at the time I saw her, she was repped by an agent I won’t do business with; then, like all of them, she disappeared.

I agree with you, too. When I was a porno consumer, I loved the BTS and interview scenes. More than the porno itself.

Funny you mention Cherry Poppens. I just got off the phone with her. For real. She’s in Florida, shooting for the Bang Brothers. She got in last night and hit the hotel bar, where she met a “cute” guy and another guy…appearently, just a normal Joe. And sure enough, she winds up in bed with both of them, naked.

Cherry’s gonna do an anal scene for the Bang Bros., and she brought a butt-plug with her to loosen up her butt a little. It makes the anal sex a bit easier. So she tells the Cute Guy that she’s a porn star, and what scene she’s gonna do, and then, in typical porno slut fashion, she pulls out the butt plug and asks if she can stick it up Cute Guy’s ass.

“Only if you do it first,” Cute Guy says.

Cherry looks over at Normal Joe, who really isn’t going for threesome – he’s happy just to watch – and she says “Gimme the lube!”

Cherry first.

Cute Guy second.

This is about the time Cherry turned Normal Joe into her “bitch”, which was just fine with Normal Joe.

“Where’s the ashtray?! Where’s my drink?! Gimme some more lube!!” – all while getting pounded by Cute Guy. They fucked until 6 in the morning. I’m not sure if Cute Guy still had the plug up his butt. I forgot to ask Cherry if he ever took it out. It wouldn’t surprise me if he left it in the whole time, to tell you the truth.

The irony here? Well, we’ve been shooting these insane scenes for the Spring Thomas site, which Cherry has PA’d for me, and they’re almost identical to what went down in her hotel room last night…except Cute Guy wasn’t black…and no butt plugs were involved.

You should check out Manojob, Dane, cause Cherry was one of our latest updates, and her scene ruled. Oh, And you’re no loser, brotha, just cause you wanna e-mail a porn star.

Your pal, Billy.

Justin writes:

How did you become what you are today? I am sure that you didn’t put “Future Pornographer” in your Senior Yearbook, and I don’t think there’s a “Filming Broads Fucking 101” course in college (but wouldn’t it be super if there was?) So how did you become super pornographer? And where can I sign up? Porn has always been something that interests me, not just for the sexual aspects but for the psychological aspects well. I am too shy (and not in shape) to get in front of the camera, but I would love to direct. How do you get into shooting these scenes? Is it difficult? Is it the same as shooting a regular movie? This just seems like something real interesting to me, if you could give me any information I would greatly appreciate it. I love your site man, keep it up.

Hi Justin!

Let me tell you who I am: an ex-jock flop turned car salesman, bar room bouncer, construction laborer, substitute teacher, “real” teacher, stocks and bond salesman, jewlery cleaner salesman, adjunct professor, used bookstore manager, human resource manager – with an undergraduate degree and a couple master’s degrees to boot.

Big whoop.

I’m certainly not a “super-pornographer”, nor do I aspire to be one. I don’t think many people aspire to a career in the adult entertainment field; it just happens. Although if you asked some of the kids I hung out with in high school, some of them might have pegged me as a porno director.

Well, probably not.

I was told, about three years ago, that “due to a lack of diverisification in the hiring pool” the highly-competitive job I was in the running for was no longer being offered. Do I need to tell you I was one of those three? Or the other two left in their “hiring pool” were white folks? This was after spending 3 years at the place, killing my superiors with my awesome skills (both in computer hacking and nunchucks), as well as scoring super high in all my evaluations. 400 people applied for that job; I was one the last of the Mohicans…and in the end, they killed us all.

Actually, looking back at it now, too bad I’m not a Mohican. I would have had the job.

Meanwhile, my porno pals were raking in large sums of money every month, so I went to them after I cleaned out my desk. One of them gave me a shot.

So here I am, almost 4 years later, still in the middle of the muck, working my way from rags to riches. Well, not really riches. Not yet, certainly. And as far as qualifications in this business – like everything else in life – it’s not what you know, but who you know. (My aplogies for the cliche). Shit, I certainly didn’t know much to start with…except I liked watching people fuck on camera. But it wasn’t like I was one of those dudes with a zillion mags hidden under my bed or anything; I just rented a movie or two every once in a while when I was feeling a bit anxious, you know? Anyways, the first year my job was interesting and fun; the second year it was interesting; the third year has been neither interesting nor much fun.

Kinda like law school, I suppose.

And thanks for the kind words. It’s e-mail like yours that make me smile each and every day. So march on, Christian Soldiers!

Your pal – Billy.

VM writes:

Hi Mr. Watson. My name is “VM”. I am 18 years of age, my birthday is September 18, 1987, and I live in Magnolia, New Jersey.

P.S.- Thank You for reviewing this E-mail. Sincerely, VM

Hi VM!

What a great way to start my day. I mean that. Anytime I get nekkid pictures of girls that I didn’t even have to ask for, well, it’s almost better than my daily Satrbucks fix, which lately has been a venti iced coffee, unsweetened (they pump a few squirts of yucky corn syrup into everything they make) with a couple Splendas and an inch of soy milk tossed in. Then, I usually get the reduced-fat marble cake, just cause I’m watching my weight, so anything tagged with a “reduced fat” line has to be good for you, right?

Anways, if you can get yourself out to Los Angeles, there might be some work for you. I really don’t have any work for you, cause I really don’t shoot any sites with black girls in it, but I know there’s some work out here for you. I’d try and drop a few pounds before you get here, and I’m saying this in a very nice way. Also, please don’t ever send your social security card to anyone you don’t know; in fact, I’d never show your social security card to anyone, ever…it’s a good way to have some scurvy bastard steal your identity. Boy, if you think life is hard to get through in general, wait till someone robs your ID.

So, if you’re really serious, and think you can get yourself out to LA, I can hook ya up with an agent. I think Brian Pumper is shooting a big-booty black girl line, too, and Pumper’s always an interesting and fun guy to be around.

I can tell you this for certain.

K Konar writes:

In response to the cuckold ad…

This is something i think would be great on film…. can you help me fufill this fantasy of mine and fuck me like a girl… and fill my mouth with hott cum too 😉 Wanna see my pics?

Hey K!

You pathetic, worthless, piece of shit. You wanna eat Spring Thomas’s dirty pussy after some well-endowed negro fucks it loose?

Well my friend, you’re not alone. In fact, Spring got an e-mail recently of a $10,000 offer to do such a vile and disgusting act, although we’re not sure how real the offer was.

A few years ago, these types of cuckold e-mails kinda grossed me out; then, maybe a year later, made me giggle…now, I’m seriously thinking of starting this type of site. I mean I’m shocked at how many sissy boy faggots like you are out there. Which isn’t a put down. I hope it doesn’t sound like one. Anyway, if you get to Los Angeles, I have work for you.

Promise.

Your pal, Billy.

Ricki K. writes:

G’Day Billy.

Cheers

G’Day, Ricky!

All the male talent in this business love what they do. They should, cause they’re sex addicts.

Oh sure, it’s silly to make a statement that’s totally overgeneralized like that, but really, they do….and they are. Some quit after a spell, but most of the time they quit cause even though they might have pulled off a few good scenes early in their career, they developed wood problems, and were forced out.

And don’t get me wrong – there’s nothing wrong with being a sex addict, as long as you don’t fuck up anyone but yourself, right? And the male talent in this business are, for the most part, working their addiction the safest and best way that can be expected.

Not to change the subject, but ever notice most of the males in the biz are the same dudes you’ve been seeing since about 1986?

Peter North.

Randy West.

Ton Byron.

TT Boy.

Julian St. Jox.

Shit, even Ron Jeremy still gets work. TT Boy really doesn’t anymore, but he could if he wanted to; same with Randy West.

There’s a reason for this, my friend. It takes a special guy to fuck in front of a camera and keep wood even when he doesn’t like the girl he’s fucking, for whatever reason that may be. In fact, it takes such a special guy that most aren’t that special.

And these special guys love their job, and they do it for the money as well as to fuck a brand new girl (almost) everyday, and that’s about the sum of it.

And yea…I hate it too when a camera guy blathers on and on while shooting a scene…and I wonder, sometimes, why I do it so much.

PS: Take a look at this heet I shot for her website a few weeks ago. Her name’s Carli Banks, and looking at her makes me wanna be a total sex addict.

joel writes:

i just had to let you know your comments on indie rockers were too funny. I live in Seattle, in the heart of hipsterville. You’re totally right to poke fun at the whole scene.

-joel

While I’m at it, why not include M’s recent correspondance, too:

the whole Riley Mason debate…would have left a comment directly on your blog, but couldn’t figure out to register. (What’s the deal there? Am I getting dumber or what?) Anyway, here it is:

cheers,
M from Japan

To Joel, and M, and anyone else who cares:

In the fall of 1980 – October, to be exact – my pal Pat Crane lent me two records: London Calling and Singles Going Steady. Both records would change the way I listened to – and thought about – music. It was about that time I ventured into my first used record store. Who’d a thought of such a thing? Selling used records? I guess the reason I bring this up is cause I’ve been around this whole “Indie” thing long before it was ever called Indie. Let’s see…it was punk rock for a bit, then new wave, then college radio, then grunge, then alternative rock…whatever. One of my best friends owns a very sucessful used record store where I call home.

I guess the reason I’m telling you this is cause I know indie dudes, I understand where they’re coming from, and I really respect their whole scene. Always have, always will.

I think this was one of the reasons I was immediately attracted to Riley Mason, and the reason I booked her when she first popped up into the porno scene. To me she had indie rock written all over her, and that’s before I knew what she listened to.

As a matter of fact, I still don’t know what she listens to.

Enter Hipinion. It’s just another posting board, this time dedicated to indie rockers everywhere. The guys who frequent this place are the ones going ga-ga over poor Riley. And in addition to picking up on Riley, they’ve picked up on my blog…and trashed me around a bit, along with Riley, and had their indie rock fun. In fact, I had to make registration a much tougher deal after a proposed “takeover” from a few of the nuttier ones from that board.

To this day, I still don’t know what I said to piss them off. Oh yea, I called them a “nutty bunch”, but shit, that’s what they’re all about. They certainly aren’t “normal”, nor would ever consider themselves to be…in fact, calling them a “normal bunch” should be way more offensive than what I said.

I’ve blabbered on long enough about these cats, and Joel in Seattle and M in Japan are 100% right, both with their views and in calling me 100% right, so there.

Porn is what it is. M.’s very right…and Riley is what she is, and I’m what I am…and you like it, or you don’t. The ones who get me worried are the ones who obsess over the things they don’t agree with.

They are the ones who, in the end, turn out to be bad.

-sck- writes:

Hi Billy,

ps: I’ve noticed you have quite a talent as a cartoonist as well, the doodles in your latest posts look awesome! ;D

Hi -sck-!

Dude. First off, of course you can call me Billy. This is a porno blog, bro! No formalities around here, ever.

It seems these days a lot of people seem to find my blog looking for stuff about Riley Mason. In fact, her name is the #1 search term for my blog when it comes to Google’s traffic. So here’s another pic of Riley! This still comes from her ManoJob scene. It’ll be up soon!!

I also have no idea on Eastern European porn. Funny, once I started making porn, I quit watching it. So I guess I’m really not that much of an expert on porn stuff. I do know that beauty is a universal language, and everyone has their own interpretations on it, and no matter how you define it, heets sell well.

As for secrets to becoming a paid cameraman, there are none, really. I don’t think knowledge of a camera is important. Shit, just look at my work. I think it’s way harder to find heets to do naughty things than it is to read a book on basic digital photography. It’s also hard to find a producer to back you. So, either find a producer who has money to pay you and the talent, or bankroll yourself. Once you shoot a whole bunch of naughty pics and movies, just find a marketing device for your inventory. There’s plenty out there: Club-XStream, Adult Legal, Ounique…like everything else you need to discover in life, just Google it!

Finally, thanks for the complements on the cartoons, but I don’t draw them.

Your pal, Billy.

And just for good measure, today I throw in another super fun e-mail from my pal The Slob.

Slob writes:

Hey Billy,

– Slob

Dearest Slob.

I know what you mean. It’s a weird and funky jack style. I think Robbie James does it. I’m not sure if these galleries show exactly what you’re talking about, but I know exactly what you mean. I think Robbie does it here, in this Spunkmouth movie, when he’s about to nut on Sarah Summers; and maybe in these blowjob movies, he does it too.

I’m not sure what to make of it. Have you tried it? Maybe he’s on to something? As far as I’m concerned, when I tug on my weiner, it’s a fast, piston-like motion through the fist, preferably with a touch good lubricant tossed in the mix…you know, just like that Ferrari you drive these days.

Hope this helps!

Your pal, Billy.

Mark writes:

Billy Watson,

Thanks man!

Hi Mark!

Are you suffering from an incurable diesease? Somehow, that’s the sound of your e-mail. I mean, I know time passes very quickly. I mean one second it’s 1988 and knucklehead George Bush is President, and the next second it’s 2006, and knucklehead George Bush is President. But the tone in your e-mail is one of hey Billy I have cancer and the last thing I want to do before I kick the bucket is butt fuck a fat ass white girl with a whole bunch of other dudes.

Either way, I’m sorry, but I can’t help you. But here’s a picture of Porn Star Sophia and Spring Thomas; neither one of them has a “big azz”. They’re goofing off in the Gloryhole before Sophia stepped up to the plate.

Your pal, Billy.

Daniel R. writes:

You have shown us an incredible insight into your life.

Thank you for that. For the longest time, I’ve seen porn as an outlet for my girlfriend not being with me at the time. The girl’s a mere fantasy. A plaything, a cheap thrill of fantasy. Your editorials on your blog have changed that for me. I see them as people too, I don’t know if that makes what I watch better or what, but you have shown people valuable insight into a world that is widely seen, but so little is known about. Keep up the good work. In all your endeavours.

Hi Daniel!

My bad.

Please continue to use porn as an outlet for lack of pussy. That’s why it was invented tens of thousands of years ago. Do you know, the very oldest art object, found in a cave somewhere in a very old part of the world, was a sculpture of a naked cave lady? Do I need to tell you that particular caveman, sitting in his cave 120,000 years ago, did not have a cavelady to call his own? So he sculpted one out of rock, sat it on his cave ledge, and beat off to it…all the time wishing a cavelady was there with him.

In other words, please continue to treat a real woman like a real woman should be treated, and treat porno stars performing in porno movies like the filthy whores they are. And if you happen to walk into a locker room and see a barely-legal teen who happened to saunter into the men’s locker instead of the ladies’, and she doesn’t run out when you find her there, then pinch yourself. Cause it’s probably a dream…and if you don’t wake up, then pound the little slut stoopid.

Thanks for the kind words, too!

Your pal, Billy.